The Performer

Vico: So I quit the show.
Vivian: Great. Tell me all about it after I talk to you about something that matters.
Vico: Shut your trap. We're going to talk about this right now.
Vivian: What if I say I'm leaving you?
Vico: Don't play these silly games with me right now. Ok? They didn't give me the role I wanted. No, they want me to play the role who has six lines instead of two. The role with two is much more entertaining. Well, I'll never work with those morons again.
Vivian: Well, this is healthy.
Vico: Damn straight.
Vivian: See that door over there? I'll be walking out of it momentarily, and I will not be coming back. Ever.
Vico: You're interrupting my plight with this silly nonsense. Come on! I wanted the two liner, and they give me this crap! Nah, nah, I deserve better. I deserve more respect. It's bad enough I had to go in and audition without so much as a call. In this town I expect to be precast. I am a legend and I have made myself an amazing talent by being myself, and they insisted I audition. Am I that bad now? Those b******s! I deserved so much better.
Vivian: This is why I'm leaving you.
Vico" Why? Becuase I'm the only person left who cares about how s****y the shows are here in town. Yeah, leave the guy with passion and drive, and talent. Go with one of the talentless a******s, you'll like it, you stupid b***h!
Vivian: Oh, Vico. You;'re not good. Why do you think you play the roles you do? You suck. You're awful. You have no timing, you have no presence, your voice sounds like Lambchop, you're slow-witted and lazy. Your memorization is pathetic. Why did you ever get into theatre anyway?
Vico: You f*****g hussy! How dare you impugn my talent as an actor. Everyone else in this town just expects to waltz on stage and play the leads right away. I've never played one damn lead my entire life because I'm too humble for it.
Vivian: No, you just suck.
Vico: I'm going to my room. If you're not here when I return, I really don't give a f*****g s**t anymore!
Vivian: Ok. This is great. Come in, Pamela.
Pamela: So, is he ok with it?
Vivian: He doesn't have a clue.
Pamela: Oh well. He'll figure it out
Vivian: I doubt it.
Pamela: Auditions were tonight?
Vivian: Yep he still thinks he's Barrymore.
Pamela: So, is he mental or...?
Vivian: No, he's just bad at everything else so I guess he though he'd be good at theatre. 30 years later and he still stinks.
Pamela: Oh well. He'll find his calling.
Vivian: No, he won't.
Vico: Where's my dinner? I'm so depressed.
Vivian: Make yoiur own dinner.
Vico: Oh stop your self-righteous bullshit, you b***h, get your a*s in that kitchen and make me some f*****g dinner. It'll taste like s**t anyway.
Pamela: Show her some respect.
Vico: If anyone would show me some, I'd think about it, and who the f**k are you?
Pamela: Your wife and I are lovers.
Vico: Whatever. Where's my dinner?
Vivian: She's not kidding, you know?
Vico: Whaty the f**k are you blabbeing about now. F**k this. I'm going to get something to eat myself.
Carl: Vico! Congratul;ations!
Vico: For what! Having six f*****g lines instead of two. F**k! Why did I have to audition? Peol,e should be begging on their knees to have me in their shopws. I'm a vet, I'm a star, I know my s**t better than they know their own s**t. Know what I'm saying? I am f*****g great but no they tell me I have to audition to be considered for this s****y show. Bullshit. I am better than that. And don't tell me any different or thias f*****g "friendship" or whatever the f**k it is is over. You dopn't care about me. No one does. They just think I'm f*****g amusing, aND f*****g weird and I make them feel better about themselves, well, bullshit! I'm not pathetic as everyone says, no, no, no. F**k! I deserve better. I deserve better in women, frienfs, directors, emplyers, acquaintances. Everyone's a f*****g a*****e and b***h these days! Jesus F*****g Christ! F**k! (Exits)
Carl: I thought his role was a good one.
Vivian: He's just nervous. It's the biggest one he's ever had.
Carl: I know. He even has a solo.
Vivian: Yeah, he'll be dead by tech week.
Carl: Oh, well, he deserves it. This is a man who is a total a*****e with no talent or ability, or intellect but he's still a human, and..... ok so he's just a total s**t, but he's still your husband, and...
Pam: Not anymore. Vivian and I are running away together.
Carl: This can't be good.
Vivian: It's good for everyone but him. But he's a big boy now, he has to realize it isn't about his comfort anymore. He's a big f*****g loser, he'll get used to it, and hopefully for everyone's sake he'll get out of the theatre.
Vico: I own that f*****g role! It's mine! Why don't I have it? I guess I'm not good enough. All the time. Let's name the shows. There have even been shows I wasn't cast in at all even though I wernt through the f*****g embarrassment of auduitiong,. Those f*****g c***s. They can't keep doing this to me. I know more than any ofd them do. I read s**t, it's s**t, true, but I still read it. Hamlet, anf that other prince platy. Rememeber when I gave dramatic readings of them that one night. I was fantastic, that's what you said anyway? Were you lying? Do you also think I suck as Carl does here, as I'm sure that f*****g dyke who';s hanging over you thinks? Huh? Don't you dare just sit there and give me thart look. You think I'm pathetic huh? Huh? I'm sick of this s**t. Should I just go hang myself for your benefit. Would that make you happy, huh? Is that good enough for you? Would that actually make you feel I have any sort of relevance in this world?
Carl: Let's go to eat, Vic.
Vico: Sounds f*****g fine to me. I deserve it afrer the s**t I've been through the last few hours. A f*****g embarrassment. God damn it!
Carl: It's ok. We'll have a giood time.
Vivian: Don't humor his ridiculousness, Carl.
Carl: It's fine.
Vico: You f*****g b***h, I'll kill you! I'll tell you something else you're just jealous opf me because I know stuff you don't.
Vivian: I have a master's in theatre, I just gave it up to pursue other interests.
Vico: Oh shut it, you c**t. You don't know shuit. A degree doesn't mean anything, you don't know anything. I have the xperience, I've been out there, I've seen stuff, I've sweated and cursed for my art/. What have you done? Six years of busting your a*s on papers and s**t? I've actually done...
Vivian: I did so many leads, Vico. Plays you haven't heard of and you could never possibly understand. Yourt iq couldn't attempt to
Vico: I'll kill you! (Strangles her) There, you f*****g b***h! Sop f*****g great, so f*****g superior,. Just another overeducated b***h who just shakes her f*****g a*s all over the palce, and tries to come across as something important. Now, now, look at you, you c**t, you're dead. You're gone. It's all over. Thank the f*****g Lord.
Carl: Vico, this can't be good.
Vico: It's fine. It's all over now. All over. Now they can kill me, be done with me, that's what everyojne wanted anyway. I'm not good for anything elkse.
Carl: This isn't the time to seek self-pity and sympathy. You just killed your wife. Sure,m she was a b***h but you're a f*****g a*****e. So, what are we going to do?
Pam: Interstinmg thing, Carl, it was all planned out. Vico and I are lovers. Now, we're going to kill you. (Vico stabs Carl repeatedly. Carl dies).
Vico: Best and only good performance I ever gave, huh?
Pam: Yep. Good job. Let's go do it.
Vico: Sounds good.
(End.)

Reviews

[E. A. Fielder]

The first thing that caught my attention was that it was a stage play and there aren't many people here who write those! the second thing was that it was, I would say a one act. I think you should have written out where it takes place and who all the characters are but that's just me, that's how I do things. I did like it but I felt that language was a bit over the top... again that is just me... props again for writing a stage play!